Monday Part 4 – Brandy’s Office
Images of Raul helping a depressed Travis walk out the side door to get some fresh air blasted through my brain as I leaped up the stairs two at a time. Brandy was going to fix this or I was going to derail the whole fucking project. It was enough that they were messing with my life, but I would not tolerate them hurting my people. That was way out of line and I wasn’t going to allow it.
I heard the stairwell door close a couple of levels up and I quickly closed the distance and charged out onto the main office floor of the third floor. The room smelled of cigarette smoke. I looked around and it was mostly guys in suits. It reminded me of the show Mad Men. As I walked into the office male heads swiveled my way like a cascading waterfall. Was my shirt that much of an eye-catcher? Trying to ignore them I walked up to a fit-looking blonde man with a serious set of horn-rimmed eyeglasses. “Do you know where Brandy’s office is?”
His eyes danced around my shirt, his mouth hanging open as if he was about to speak but had decided to wait and draw out the moment a bit longer. Or perhaps he was confused about the question. Or maybe he didn’t know who Brandy was? No, I suddenly realized that he was just taken aback by my see-through shirt. “Brandy,” I said again, shaking him from his stupor.
He pointed to the second office on the left.
I quickly walked to her office, aware that everyone was watching me. Blondie surely had a good view of my ass. I wasn’t looking forward to visiting this particular floor as a mailgirl, but just thinking about being here without my shirt on almost made me blush. But not quite, I was still upset about Travis and determined to fix it as I pushed her door open, charging right in.
Brandy was bent over digging something out of her bag. Looking around the room, I was stunned. The room had a wild assortment of odd-looking things on the walls. Ropes, collars, masks, and other strange things – likely sexual fetish gear.
“What’s all this stuff?” I asked, my eyes going wide.
“Like you don’t know? The whole island knows that you play with leashes and collars in your off time, Nine,” she said, emphasizing that last word to drive home her point – that I was a naked mailgirl and that I should know about such things.
Again she irritated me. “I don’t know what most of this crap is. Like what’s this for instance?” I gestured at a spiderweb of leather harnesses and such.
Brandy stood up fully and walked towards me with a grin. “You, my dear, have already done this. Naked – pulling a rickshaw – as a ponygirl. That is a proper harness for those into the fetish, those that are not quite as hardcore as yourself – I mean. As it offers at least a tiny bit of cover for the beautiful mount.”
I scowled looking at the perverted stuff.
She continued. “Here is the harness and a bit that goes into your mouth. The leather loincloth covers only your slit. Best of all, your arms get pulled back emphasizing your breasts. These little twisters – they cover your nipples. And these are the clamps that attach to a rickshaw, thus freeing you from the burden of having to hold on with your hands, which reduces the risk of you accidentally dropping the handles.”
“Yes. It does reduce the risk to the passengers. If the girl trips, she falls on her face, the weight of the rickshaw would grind her face into the pavement, killing or maiming her for life. Effectively using the girl’s face as brake pads to the ground, ensuring a smooth easy stop for the passengers. That’s so sexy!”
“A proper rickshaw has slide-stands below the bars. They would do the grinding and the girl’s face would be just fine as the harness would keep her face up off the ground.”
“Then her knees would be skinned to shit. Scaring and potentially hobbling her for life.”
“My dear. Proper ponygirls do trip-training on day one and learn to keep their legs stiff if they trip. The only thing that gets skinned, if they know what they are doing, is the tips of their running shoes.”
“They get to wear running shoes?”
“Of course they do! Most ponygirls love their running shoes. You should know that.”
Again she was trying to make it like I was a perfect candidate. I’d had enough of this stupid conversation. “You know why I’m here,” I said, scowling at her.
“Grab a seat with me here,” she offered.
Impatient to start, I took the seat and she sat across from me. “I want Travis back. This project isn’t supposed to endanger the other teams. I want you to fix it and leave the teams alone.”
Brandy held up her hands. “Believe me, I had no idea this was going to happen,” she said, empathetically. “Sarah is new to this just as we all are. I guess she got caught up in it. But we did put pressure on her about the mailgirl name rule… I guess.”
“I don’t care, I want this fixed,” I said as seriously as I could. She needed to know the gravity of this and that I wasn’t planning on backing down.
“Look… I don’t have that much power over Sarah in terms of her team. That’s her domain. They are her devs and she can fire them as she sees fit, unfortunately.”
“What about HR? Surely they can do something about an unfair dismissal.”
“Ruth kind of gutted HR recently when they didn’t approve of this mailgirl testing. We have HR, but only mailgirl supportive people now. Sarah has seniority. I don’t think that would work, and besides… you had to push Sarah with that attitude near the end. What was that provocation with the demerits?”
I looked at her incredulously. “Are you trying to say I caused this?”
“Well… no, not exactly.”
My fury was growing. “I wasn’t planning on testing demerits until AFTER we added them to the app. Punishing the ‘mailgirl app tester’ BEFORE that functionality is ready is just plain abusive. And certainly NOT what I signed up for. You really had Sarah’s back there didn’t you?”
Brandy looked at me with her big sympathetic eyes. It was probably all for show.
I glared at her. “Regardless, you stepped in and defined the demerits. I’m not pushing back on that. And I want you to likewise, work with me on this issue. I want Travis back and all the devs immune from all this mailgirl crap.”
“You mean you don’t want them to participate?”
“No, I mean, I don’t want them to worry about their jobs if they mess up this mailgirl stuff. It’s the first day for Christ’s sake!”
“I understand that. But you can’t just demand stuff. You are a mailgirl. You have to do as you are told and accept stuff. Emi… the contract.”
I decided right then and there to derail the project. That was it. But I needed to be smart about it. My eyes might have telegraphed what I was thinking, but I didn’t care as I continued to think. Maybe I could leak my own nudes, less revealing ones, and at least take the apartment. I had a large settlement with Mr. Woo and maybe Su-Ning might cover some of this. Yes, maybe I could weaken the money threat. But what would my personal and professional life be like with my images circulating? That would be horrific. I didn’t want to think about that but it was hard not to. Could I really do it? And what might Wang do? She retaliates hard for seemingly small things, what might she do if I try to pull out of what was an epic deal for the whole island? That was the real problem. Seeing that Brandy was watching me closely I decided to press my luck. “You are making a big mistake,” I said flatly.
“I can see that. It’s written all over your face. Fine, I’ll talk with Sarah but it will cost you a spanking.”
I couldn’t believe this woman. I tried to suppress my anger. “Brandy, like it or not, you are bound by contract the same as I am. If I decide that I can withstand the penalties then you have nothing. I could derail the whole fucking project.”
“Woah… look at you! All fired up. Like a hot pepper. I bet you’d love to spank ME right now.”
Taken aback, I looked at her sideways. “Ahh… no. I don’t think so.” The woman was always able to surprise or throw me off. It was uncanny.
Brandy took me in with those big piercing eyes – as if she was trying to read me. “I don’t believe you,” she said, looking confident.
“Can you help me or not?”
“Emi, what you are asking is WAY beyond what a yellow card can handle. We are talking way outside of our comfort zones here. Are you SURE you want this? Keep in mind I’m only offering to ‘try’ I’m not guaranteeing any success whatsoever.”
I hesitated. She sounded like she wanted to extract a huge price from me. “I’m starting to tire of these cheap bartering tricks. I’ve held up my side. Show me some goodwill here.”
Brandy played with a brown curl dangling down over her cheek. “Honestly I don’t think you could handle my price. It’s too soon.”
“Try me,” I said, apprehensively. At least I wanted to know what it was.
“Okay, well… just remember. It was YOU that wanted to get all weird and go outside of our comfort zones here. Do you understand what I am saying?”
I shook my head. “No. Can you stop beating around the bush?”
Brandy stood up and smiled, as if my comment had some deeper meaning.
I looked at her, waiting. What was she waiting for?
“Spanking… I have a little thing for spankings,” She said, turning, patting her butt a little as she looked over at the wall of kinky stuff – as if she didn’t want me to look into her eyes at that moment.
“Oh my god, you’re crazy!” I couldn’t believe this woman. “You want me to spank you?” I asked, my mouth hanging open in shock.
“That’s not what I was suggesting,” Brandy said, getting up and walking over to me. She bent over very close to me and looked me in the eyes, uncomfortably close. Unable to match her gaze, I turned my head away, and froze, stunned, as I felt her gently lay across my lap.
“Waah… what the hell are you doing?” I was ready to shove her off.
She tried to wiggle her ass a little. Her thin black leather tights were shiny with her feet dangling in the air and her hands on the floor.
I was shocked. Was this kinky little monster really asking me to spank her? Will the world never cease to surprise me? I had never spanked anyone before but I’d seen children in the park being spanked by a parent. And this brat certainly deserved it. But I wasn’t a violent person so I moved my hands to her side so I could push her off me.
Brandy turned her head, trying to look at me. “I’m not sorry for waking you up so early this morning and making you strip naked at Cloud Nine.”
Oh my God. She had a lot of gall saying that.
“I’m not sorry for having Jill lock your collar. That must have been embarrassing, your barista of all people, and then I leashed you and paraded you across the street naked. Again, not regretting any of that.”
I knew what she was trying to do. It wasn’t going to work, but I was annoyed.
“I’m not sorry for exposing your sexy bare body all the way down Main Street on the back of my bike. I wonder how many people saw you. You probably loved it!”
Now she was definitely getting on my nerves.
“I’m not sorry for kissing you, or having you wear that see-through shirt, or having Sarah distribute mats – all over the building. You remember the mats right? Do you also recall the required pose on those mats? I’m not sorry for having you open your legs so far, so everyone can see – everything.” She grunted that last word as she adjusted her position on my lap.
That ass was playing with fire. It wiggled once more. I took a deep breath and clenched my hand briefly.
“I’m not sorry for the walkies, the showers, or even… turning you into… the world’s first real life mailgirl. Because deep down you know it’s your destiny!”
Suddenly I wanted this. “Hard or super hard?” I growled. Her head was pointed down, but I knew she was grinning.
“I’ve got a hard ass, so… extra super hard please!”
I pummeled her ass as fast as I could until my hand stung, which was just a few seconds.
“How was that?” I yelled, letting out all my frustrations after ten or so swats. It did feel good despite the pain in my hand.
“That was splendid! Can you rub my tushie now?”
I shoved her off my lap unceremoniously, and she tumbled to the floor awkwardly.
“Hey… that was uncool,” she complained, as she rolled over to a crawl position. Her hair a mop over her face.
“So… that’s it? Travis?”
Brandy stood up slowly, rubbing her butt. She parted her hair revealing a satisfied smile. “Travis what?”
I was confused. “What?.. You said…”
“What I said was, ‘that’s not what I was suggesting’,” Brandy corrected.
“But the spanking?”
“It was very good, thank you. Call me silly, but it’s my policy to never turn down – a free spanking.”
“So that was all for nothing?”
“Of course not silly. It was almost as good for you as it was for me. You really needed to let out some steam. You can thank me now or thank me later.”
My eyes narrowed with frustration. “How about never!”
“Whatever. Did you want another whack at it?” she asked, turning and patting her rear end.
“Brandy, this is important. Please take this seriously.”
Brandy took a deep breath and let out a long sigh of defeat. “Okay, where were we. Oh yes, you were asking the impossible and I was trying to calm you down.”
I didn’t feel calmer. “Brandy…”
“Okay okay… the price. Uhh… could we perhaps reverse what we just did? Can I spank you now?”
I felt disgust roll across my face.
“Oh come on, you just spanked me. It’s only fair!”
“What? No… way…”
“Or… ahh… okay, then would you be open to resolving say ten demerits as a little friendly spank by someone?”
Shocked at the suggestion, I could only shake my head.
“A person of your choosing perhaps?”
“Is this all you have? I won’t agree to anything like that!”
“I’m just asking… I mean, Travis…”
“How about asking for something different?”
“Fine… if this is embarrassing for you, I could take care of it quietly in my office for you…”
I couldn’t believe this woman.
“Or… not right away. Perhaps you could save it for later?”
I didn’t know if I was going to cry or scream.
“Look, just calm down. We can work something out. I don’t think it’s asking too much to spice up the demerits a little… with you getting to choose Ben each time for ten playful swats, is it?”
I turned and walked towards the door.
Brandy rushed to me. “Alright, Emi… I’m going to give you a break on this one. Since it’s your first day and all. But you owe me one!”
“No… you owe ME one,” I said firmly. “Do you have any idea what I went through this morning? Oh, wait, yes you do. Because you just reminded me how you orchestrated the whole thing!”
“Hey… I resent that tone. This morning was experimental and I was totally helping to improve the process. I added the towel to the shower and told everyone not to tell you how to shower. Plus I told everyone to leave when you were on your knees, with your legs spread. Plus I bought the pastries and even gave you a ride and helped keep your identity hidden with some photographic evidence and a voice modulator. I mean, you would need more than one hand to count all the favors I gave you this morning.”
I didn’t waver.
Brandy sighed. “Have a seat, I’ll go talk with Sarah and see what I can do. Again, don’t hold your breath.”
I slumped in the chair as she left. Thinking about how she’d tricked me into spanking her. I should have used a belt. Looking up at the wall I saw a world of possibilities I had missed. But then, knowing Brandy, I might have dodged her larger trap as she seemed to be relentlessly trying to pull me deeper into her kinky little world.
After twenty agonizing minutes, Brandy returned. She came into the office and closed it carefully, turning around slowly as if to gauge my mood.
“Well?”
“So there is some good news… ahh… potentially.”
My heart leaped. Travis might have a chance. I sat up eagerly.
“So Sarah has a couple of conditions… but you are not going to like them. She also admitted that she didn’t handle that first session very well. She apologized.”
I doubted she actually had. Brandy was likely making that up. “So? What does she want?”
“She wants you to give up your name at work, for the duration of the project. Everyone has to call you Nine from now on in this building.”
I was stunned, outraged and I started to speak but then, I slowly realized that this could be beneficial. It would help me keep my anonymity – but I wasn’t going to show that I liked the idea and continued to scowl disapprovingly.
“She said that going back and forth with names was going to be too confusing and too hard to maintain, and too difficult for the guys. She said if you can agree to that, she might let Travis stay.”
“Might?”
“Well, she has another condition.”
I shook my head in agony. “What… what else does she want?” The suspense was killing me.
“She wants a bonus walkie, today before she will agree to all this. She wants to leave in a half-hour.”
What the hell? In anger, I looked over at the painting on the wall of an Asian slave girl being pulled naked along with a leash – by a woman? I shook my head at the image and looked back at Brandy. “That’s asking way too much!”
She shook her head and held her arms up in confusion. “To be honest, I think you got lucky. You should be grateful. I think Sarah was feeling a bit guilty about pushing so hard today.”
“Well gosh – darn, I’ll just go and give her a big fat thank you kiss.”
“If you are going to kiss anyone, I would appreciate some consideration over here,” Brandy said, pointing to her left cheek. But then she slowly dragged her finger over her lips.
Was she actually flirting with me? Again I was stunned at the balls this woman had. Travis was worth it, but would it ever end? I agonized over the details. Sarah was likely going to get a walkie eventually. This was just earlier than expected. Hopefully just along the beach, towards the resort ideally, where there were fewer people. I wondered how many people were outside now. I wasn’t ready for nudity outside. Sighing, I finally looked up at Brandy. “I’ll agree to those items only if you both sign an agreement that none of my teams will be adversely affected by this project moving forward. I need a safe environment for everyone or this isn’t going to work,” I said, disgusted with myself for compromising. But if I was going to do this, I was going to get as much as I could in return.
Brandy smiled. “Nice… okay, I’ll run that by her.”
Sarah apparently agreed and a few minutes later I was in front of Becca and the girls, letting Becca read the modified agreement before I signed it.
Depressed, and scheduled for a ‘walk’ with Sarah in the next twenty minutes, I wasn’t feeling great. I watched as Becca went through the details.
“So now you lost your name? What’s next, your hair?” Becca asked.
I didn’t know what to say to that.
Sam perked up. “Her hair? Oh… you mean on her HEAD.”
Hannah laughed but then tried to hide her smile with her hand. “Sorry, Emi.”
“And you have to go on three walks today? That’s terrible,” Becca added.
“Aren’t you one of the terrible three?” Sam asked.
“Yes… but that doesn’t really count. I’m planning to go easy on her. What have you two been doing for the last while?” Becca asked Sam and Hannah.
“Hannah and I have been doing some research on Brandy. We found something interesting,” Sam said.
I interrupted them. “Look, guys… I’m stressing about this walk with Sarah. I’m going to get some fresh air and build up my nerve, if possible.”
Becca patted me on the back. “Good luck, kiddo,” she said with a warm supportive smile. “But I honestly don’t know how you are going to do this… I mean, back in Hawaii, you couldn’t even wear a swimsuit to a business meeting on the beach.”
“You could pay me all the money in the world, and I still wouldn’t walk naked down Main Street,” Sam quipped.
“You think she will make me walk naked down Main Street?” I asked, involuntarily bringing my hand up to cover my mouth as I stumbled back a step. It was my worst fear.
Hannah stood up angrily. “You guys are terrible at offering support. Come on Emi, I’ll go with you.” She scowled at Sam and Becca as she led me away.
“I was about to say that she’s come a long way!” Becca shouted after us, as we left the room and entered the hallway.
I stopped by the door leading outside and Hannah put her hand on my shoulder.
“Wait here, I’ll grab your things,” she said as she jogged over to my running shoes and from there over to the whiteboard for the collar and leash.
Oh, right, I needed that stupid collar just to walk outside. When she returned I looked at her suspiciously as I slipped on my shoes. “Why did you bring the leash?”
“I just took it without thinking. Here I’ll just put it in my hip bag.”
I was about to go for a dreaded walk with Sarah and trying to unwind my nerves and here Hannah was, playing games. “Look Hannah… maybe I’ll go alone.”
She touched my arm. “Emi, give me some credit. I just want to have a chat with you,” she said as I raised my chin so that she could slip on the collar. It was strange – I’d done that automatically. I slipped on the running shoes and she held the door for me and we stepped outside. The humid air was warm and a gentle breeze teased the hem of my shirt. I stopped to look around as I pulled down my sunglasses.
Hannah noticed my hesitation. “There is nobody close enough to take in your beauty. Let’s go out towards the water,” she encouraged.
I nodded as we moved towards the walkway. I was torn between my fear of the upcoming walk with Sarah and the invigorating wind on my barely-there shirt. The movement was tickling my skin everywhere, causing goosebumps.
The walkway had a few pedestrians on it. After crossing it we stepped onto the sand. Up ahead a couple was sitting on towels, under a beach umbrella, facing the water. Hannah was walking in their direction, which made sense as that was the only part of the beach without lots of people nearby. I followed her as the wind gently pulled at my shirt, reminding me of my barely covered body. Despite the knot in my gut about Sarah, it felt good to be outside and the danger of my shirt lifting added an extra edge that tingled my insides.
We passed the couple. They were both eating from a platter of fruit. The woman was wearing a one-piece suit that didn’t cover her ass at all. Somehow that made me feel better as we passed them and approached the wet hard-packed sand along the shoreline.
Hannah looked out to the sea. “I used to be tormented with fears and second-guessing. I was pretty much a mess when Becca and I first met.”
“That’s surprising. You are one of the most confident people I have ever known. It seems like nothing bothers you.”
“Lot’s of things bother me. I don’t like what’s happening to you.”
“You could have fooled me.”
Hannah kept her eyes out across the water, glancing to the clouds and sea as if she were studying the details. “I used to admire Becca for how she looks at life.”
I faced her and she looked back at me. Did Hannah also admire Becca?
“Yes, we all do.” She said, answering the unspoken question. “She is quite the leader sometimes. But she has a weakness. We have an agreement. She surrenders herself to me sometimes. She trusts me.”
This was surprising news. It certainly explained the role-playing, but those antics seemed very sexual. “Ahh… are you two involved?” I asked before realizing what I was asking.
“What? No… haha… I wish!”
I smiled at her blunt answer.
“She can be an adrenaline junkie. It’s her weakness. Apparently, things got a little too wild for her in college and well. Now she tries to keep it under control.”
I glanced at the scattered clouds, but the sun was beating down and I was beginning to feel it on my neck and arms.
“Becca and I are both very positive people. She more than I, that’s why she can do incredible things. She doesn’t get bogged down with self-doubts or too much worry. When presented with a challenge she spends a lot of mental effort looking for the silver lining and pulling out the hidden gold nuggets.”
I could guess where this was going. “Are you about to tell me about my silver linings? My gold nuggets?”
“No… the opposite actually. You turned out to be a lot more bold and brave than I had expected. I’m worried that soon you will really get into this and become an adrenaline junkie like Becca used to be.”
“I’m not brave. As you know, this is out of my control.”
“But you’re handling it with grace.”
“Really. That’s how it looks?”
“Well, I can see that you are concerned sometimes. But for the most part, you do amazingly well – I mean, mentoring all those guys while completely naked. I could never do that. I would melt under their constant looks of lust and grab one of them and… oh wait, sorry.”
She obviously meant Ben. I smiled. “It wasn’t really like that. I’ve been attracted to him for some time. So you like guys?”
She looked at me in surprise. “I don’t discriminate based on gender. Do you also like girls?”
I was taken aback. “Ahh… well… not like that, no,” I said, trying to not sound offensive. Hannah’s shoulders slumped a little. Was she disappointed? “But ahh… I was kind of wondering. Does Sam discriminate?”
Hannah peered at me closely. “As far as I know it’s just boys and not very often. I’ve only seen her on a few dates. Did something happen?”
“What? No…” I had to say something as she was watching me closely. “I mean, she’s hard to read.”
Hannah laughed. “Like I told you when you first joined. She’s an alien.”
I looked at my watch. “Oh God, it’s almost time.”
“You still have five minutes. You can cower or face this head on.”
“Wait what? You just told me that you were worried about my boldness.”
“I am, but you also can’t cower. Do you want me to help you?”
I looked out to sea to hide my stress. “How?”
“Surrender to me.”
I spun around to face her. “Whaa… you mean… like Becca? How would that help?”
“When you dive into freezing water, it’s a huge shock to your system. With Sarah it’s going to be a lot worse… dragged naked outside on a leash on your collar while everyone watches… and then out on the street. It will be traumatic. Let me help. Then you will be ready and the shock will be much less. Like playing in cold water after lots of splashing.”
“Nice try, Hannah… you…” I stopped. Her face was quivering. She was tearing up. “What is it?” I asked in horror.
“Sarah will destroy you. Let me help… I beg you. You have to know I’m right.”
“So humiliate myself before she can? Is that it?”
“A toe dip in the water,” she said, sniffling her nose with an arm. “It will help a lot. You will be stronger. We are out of time. Give me your shirt.”
“But…” Surrender? I was pondering her words as I grasped the hem of my shirt. Would this really make it easier, dull the shock? Feeling light headed, I was lifting my shirt off. I handed it to her, a shiver running through me as the cloth left my fingertips.
She folded it neatly and put it under her arm as she reached into her purse for the leash.
Oh right, the leash too… I felt the heat of that couple’s eyes burning into me from the side. I didn’t have the courage to see if they were watching me. I lifted my chin and let her attach the leash to my collar, in broad daylight, wearing nothing more than a pair of sunglasses and runners.
She walked towards the water. And I turned to face her as she dug out something from her bag. It was a spray bottle. Sunscreen.
“I don’t like spray sunscreen. I heard it’s not healthy.”
Hannah put it back and pulled out another bottle. “Turn around, I’ll do your back,” she said taking the leash in her teeth as she gobbed me with a blob of sunscreen on my back, before tapping me on the shoulder with the bottle. “Take it, do your front. We’ve got to hurry.”
Glancing at the couple I saw that they were enjoying the view. Their eyes were riveted on me. I couldn’t believe this. Leashed and rubbing myself, giving them a full-frontal while they enjoyed a beach picnic with fruit. Despite my irritation, my cheeks were flushing as I rubbed over my nipples and down my stomach, and between my legs. I didn’t feel any stubble. Had Liz been playing games? I peeked up and they were french kissing while stealing glances at me. This was so surreal that I couldn’t believe how casually this was all happening. “That’s not my back Hannah!”
“Horry app, ee ha hu go,” she said with a leash muffled voice, but not stopping as she continued down my legs.
“I can do my legs!” I yelled, bending over to rub sunscreen into my ankles. Feeling a hot breath on my… I suddenly realized my mistake and stood up quickly and turned around.
She also stood up, blushing. I awkwardly handed her the bottle and she put it in her bag and took the leash out of her mouth. She giggled, nodding up the beach.
I turned to see the couple were making out quite heavily now. They were no longer looking at me.
“I think you started a fire in them. How reckless Emi.”
“Let’s go,” I said, glad that they weren’t looking at me. It was time to head back. I felt the collar pulling as I walked quickly up the beach.
“Wait for me!” Hannah yelled after me.
I was practically dragging her through the sand when my collar suddenly popped off and fell on the sand just as we were walking past the couple. They were sprawled out on their blanket, but both looked up as I bent over a few feet away from them. We all took in each other and I was suddenly blushing again. “Sorry!”
I was paralyzed, stunned, while still half bent over to pick up my collar, with the three of us unable to move as Hannah reached over and took the collar with a leash still attached from my hands. She put it back around my neck, clicking it shut.
“This is why the lock is important,” she admonished. “Come now, let’s go Nine.” I felt a little slap on my ass, waking me up.
We were off running towards the building. The coast was clear all the way to the door. I couldn’t believe my luck. I poked my head inside, Hannah still holding my shirt and leash.
Sarah glanced my way as she was walking down the hallway. “There you are, Nine. Get Sam and meet me with her outside the front of the building.” She veered right and headed to her desk.
I closed the door, panicking. Wondering if Sarah had seen my naked shoulder. “Ah… Sarah wants me to get Sam and meet her outside,” I said frantically as I unclipped the leash and snatched the shirt from her.
“Sam? Outside? For your walkies? What’s going on?”
“I guess I’m about to find out,” I said, as I pulled the shirt on, snatched the leash from her hands, opened the door and ran inside.
Sam was slouched over her laptop, scratching her chin in thought.
“Sam! Ahh…”
She held up one finger as she clicked on a link and scanned down the page.
Looking over, I saw Sarah pickup her hip bag and head for the door, glancing at me briefly.
“Sam… look can you come with…”
She held her finger up again… but then relented. “Hey Emi, what’s up?”
“Ahh… I’ll tell you outside. Just come with me.”
“Sure?” She said, looking around oddly. She closed her laptop and left it there, following me outside.
Sam looked around. “I can’t believe you are actually going to do this, Nine.”
I looked at her wondering if she would keep calling me Nine. Would she rebel and call me Emi? I needed to make sure that didn’t happen. “I can’t believe it too. I’m actually quite scared.”
“Oh right, you went for a walk to prepare for your naked walk down what… Main Street no doubt,” Sam quipped. “Did Hannah at least cheer you up? Or did she leash you up?”
“Kind of both actually,” I said, looking down at the leash in my hand.
Sam laughed. “That’s Hannah alright.” She paused, looking at me seriously. “You really are worried aren’t you. What… you want me to tag along? Make sure the bitch doesn’t get out of line?”
“I would appreciate it… if you could,” I said, diplomatically. “She wants me to meet her out front.” We continued to walk towards the parking lot just outside of the building.
“You got it.”
“And ahh… I’m not the only one that wants you to come along.” Up ahead Sarah was standing by the front, her arms folded. She looked to be waiting patiently.
Sam glanced at me, suspicious confusion in her eyes.
“Sarah actually asked me to bring you along, Sam.”
Sam scowled. “What?”
“I swear, I have NO IDEA what she wants. But I do know that I would certainly feel better if you were there. So I appreciate you coming.”
Sam grunted. “Just the sight of that scheming bitch annoys me.”
We walked up to Sarah and she motioned me over to her. She was waving a key.
I walked up to her and looked her straight in the eye. Sam was watching, I needed to be strong.
Sarah walked behind me and put her hands on my collar. I felt a click as she locked it. “Clip your leash on Nine, and pass it to me.”
Reluctantly I complied and she led me, now fully leashed, past the rickshaws. Thankfully I still had the shirt on.
Sam didn’t follow. Instead she climbed aboard one of the rickshaws and leaned back with her hands behind her head.
Sarah stopped and looked at Sam with an annoyed expression.
Sam didn’t seem to notice, as she was looking at the clouds in the sky.
What was Sam doing? Why was she making trouble? I still had my shirt on and didn’t want Sarah to get worked up. Why did Sarah even want Sam to come along? They didn’t exactly get along. This was just a recipe for trouble I thought as I nervously fingered the hem of my precious shirt.
Sarah glanced at me and her expression went blank. Was she thinking? After a pause, she turned and led me to the front of Sam’s rickshaw and climbed up and sat next to her without a word. She was still holding my leash.
I stood in front of the rickshaw and gripped the handles nervously as I waited for Sarah’s command. I prayed she would say ‘start moving’. That’s all I wanted to hear. Get moving. Geddy up. Let’s go, any type of forward moving command would be great – as I waited silently for Sarah to drop the hammer – for her to tell me to give her the shirt. No doubt Sam was agitating her and my shirt was going to be the price I’d pay.
My heart was pounding as Sarah and Sam sat silently behind me for well over ten seconds. At this moment I was thankful for Hannah’s splash of outside nudity as I probably would have passed out from the anxiety. I needed to steal my nerves. I took a deep breath.
“Let’s get moving Nine,” she said, nudging the leash. “Main street.”
“Yes Ma’am.”
Amazing chapter! I love the slow simmer, and all the emotions.Hannah was right about testing the waters, and main street. Emi inspiring lovers is going to be a feature on the island. Thank you for an awesome chapter, and that darned cliffhanger. Cheers!
Exciting! Like many, I’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment. I intend to savor it.
First, I think, I’m going to back up and re-read a prior chapter or two … to properly whet my appetite.
Fortunately, I’ve learned how easy it is to find prior chapters using the ‘Recently Active Writers’ list at the top of the homepage. Wow … ReaderMan is now 2 years into this delectable tale. A monumental effort!
My sincere thanks, ReaderMan. Now where was I?
Best Regards,
Blair
Thanks for continuing the story. I do think she should lose her shirt.
I have been an avid reader of this intruiging saga since its inception, and I’m particularly gladdened that you have continued to progress with the story after a long hiatus. I look forward to further installments at your earliest convenience, and congratulate you on your perceptive writing flair. As a postscript, did you envisage the “Mailgirl” aspect of your story from the beginning; or did it develop as subsequent chapters evolved?
Thanks guys. I’m glad that, so far, you four seem to like the chapter. I was sitting on most of this for a long time, hoping to finish the last part but I just didn’t get the time plus I was kind of blocked. Also this was my third draft of this chapter. It was hard to get the pace and tone right. Some dear friends, that I care very much about, helped me finally get this over the finish line – well, posted I mean. The chapter isn’t really finished, but I though that last part might work as a stopping point. For the longest time, it was a part that had me blocked, so I just stopped there. I changed my mind like 20 times about what happens next as I feel it’s an important scene. But don’t worry – I have it all worked out now, so just need time to write it. Likely during the Christmas break if I’m lucky. I’m still struggling with work so it was a miracle I got even this posted. Again, I thank my friends for all the moral support and help.
I like a slow simmer of emotions sometimes as well. Yes, Hannah can be very intuitive about these kinds of things.
Haha… yes. Two years. One year to write the story up until Monday, and the second year is probably all just Monday itself! Thanks for the support Blair. I hope that you are still writing. The board needs you.
And I hope to see more chapters from all of our writers. I think now’s a good time for us to all support each other through this dark winter with some stories to warm us in one way or the other. 😉
Should she loose the shirt? Sarah might be thinking the same thing. We will have to see how that all turns out.
Did I envisage the Mailgirl aspect of my story from the beginning? Yes. Absolutely. Just look to the first chapter (and all chapters) for ample evidence. There are so many clues that you will laugh if you read it again.
Why so slow, why so long? (Somebody must be thinking that) Because well… I was learning to write along the way. And the closer we get to the end the more interesting things get with Emi, so I was hoping to have my skills increase as I went along and approach the good stuff. It’s an ambitious story and I while I am sorry for the delays, when I can write – I really do enjoy the process and so I won’t apologize for the length. I’m not writing a novel or a short story. I’m just writing. That said, things are roughly as I had planned so far (with a few minor or major exceptions). Plot points are periodically nocked off one by one, and now we’re are in an area where I had always planned to slow down for a while, but soon we will pickup the pace again and then set a proper course through the last chapters towards the grand finale.
So exciting to see a new chapter to tRA! I will free up some time to read today.
I love Emi’s fire in this chapter! As Art so expertly observes and describes, Emi is fire when it comes to defending or helping others, but much less so when it comes to her own interests. What results is a heated scene in Brandy’s office. During much of their conversations, we can see that Brandy, though a smooth talker, is bad at listening. At the same time, Emi doesn’t keep pushing to set right any misconceptions Brandy has about her. It’s understandable of course, for two reasons. One, Emi has other priorities. Two, she prefers to avoid the embarrassing subjects. We’ll have to wait and see who can set Brandy right further down the line.
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I’m so glad Emi went to Becca before signing that deal. This is so important to Becca and the team. It was the right thing to do, as shameful as it might have been for Emi to show Becca yet another concession she’s making.
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The second half is definitely my favorite part of the chapter. I like Hannah, and liking her even more as we get to know more about her.
Such a good line.
I smiled as well. Apparently Hannah’s bi.
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Next up… Sarah… and Main Street. I can positively feel Emi’s nervousness. On the one hand really glad Sam is coming along, but on the other hand worried about what Sarah might be planning with that move.
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Great chapter!
Great! News from Emi!
I was really looking forward to this new chapter, and it didn’t disappoint. It never does.
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What I like most is that Emi shows a lot of determination and fights for one of her team members.
Emi never really fought for her own interests, or at least not very hard. But for other people, like when she negotiated all those things from Mr. Woo in the first chapter. And again, in this chapter, she cares and feels responsible for the people in her team and really fights hard to protect them. I like very much that Emi stands up against Brandy and is not just pushed around. She probably wouldn’t confront other people if her own interests are at stake, but she fights for others. In my mind this is so typical of Emi.
All this came across very well in the beginning of this chapter. As expected, Brandy tried again to play her games. Although at first Emi managed to resist, but in the end, Brandy succeeded to manipulate her again. And it was quite a surprise, that Brandy got spanked by Emi. She deserved it, but I think she enjoyed it too much to consider it a punishment…
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This chapter also showed a bit more about Brandy’s character, where she is coming from. From a quite serious fetish world, considering the decorations in her office. And Emi is very innocent in this respect.
And once again, Brandy is playing mind games with Emi, by insinuating that Emi is into all this fetish stuff:
And later, when she describes the ponygirl harness, Brandy always talks as if it should be worn by Emi:
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In the end Brandy and Sarah backed down, but it did cost Emi, and she is now pulled more into this mailgirl world by losing her name.
(I will comment later on the second part of the chapter.)
As promised, my comment to the second half of the chapter.
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The second half is a more lighthearted part, although for Emi there is the walkies with Sarah looming.
Interesting to learn more about Hannah and also Becca. Who would have thought that Becca surrenders herself to anyone?
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Hannah obviously is bi and fancies Becca, but also Emi. So, the “queue” for Emi is getting longer and longer: Brandy, Hannah, maybe Sam, of course Ben and probably every guy from the marketing dev team (much more so now that Emi saved Travis).
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And now we have a “nerve wracking” cliffhanger 😊. I wonder what Sarah has planned. I am not so sure if it will turn out well for Emi, now that Sam is there as well. In the last chapter I thought it was very good that Sam stood up for Emi; I’m sure Sam had good intentions, but she also caused the situation to escalate. And now, she just sat down in a Rickshaw and made Sarah change her mind and go for a rickshaw ride to Main Street. I am not sure if that was a very wise move by Sam.
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Actually, Sam (and Ho) are the two people I haven’t figured out at all. Sam actually behaved quite spiteful in a previous chapter (In chapter 5, when Sam invited Liz and Ben to the resort to expose Becca and Hannah roleplaying as ponygirls. And Sam also lied to Liz and Ben claiming Emi is into kinky fantasies. For Emi “Sam was a hurtful liar and was no longer fun to be around.”) and now she might cause a further escalation of the situation.
I have really no idea what she is up to. I am sure Sam means well (most of the time); I just don’t understand her motivations sometimes. Or as Hannah said, Sam is an alien. I am really curious how this will develop.
I’ve been forgetful (perhaps wilfully) of Sam’s previous behavior and you’re absolutely right. What will Sam do? Will she make it worse?
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Also, the surrender… I wanted to comment on that and just plain forgot to. It felt like such a significant moment. I hope it will help Emi, but what effects will it have on them both…
Most of the leaves outside my window are on the ground and I can see snow on the mountains in the distance … making it all the more delightful to return to this island paradise where girls can go naked on the beach without shivering (at least not because of the temperature). Thank you for the wonderful escape ReaderMan!
So, I see all kinds of comments here, a number of them from very astute individuals. In order to offer up unadulterated feedback, I’m going to forge ahead without first reading those. Of course, I reserve the option to circle back later.
Okay … I loved this installment. Possibly what appeals to me the most is that Emi’s backbone makes a well-timed appearance. That very morning (if memory serves) Brandy told her that she had more power than she realizes. Well, the chapter opens with her charging into Brandy’s office. She seems ready and willing to burn the whole thing down, and she seems mindful that she could. I don’t think that she wants to, there would be too much collateral damage, for herself and others (Su-Ning, for example), but she’s not going to stand by and see Travis mistreated.
I love that Emi sticks up for what is right, occasionally (often) negotiating away her own liberties. Somehow she ends up with Brandy across her lap, but when that goes too far, she shoves her onto the floor. Good for you, Emi!
This spanking stuff. Emi and I both aren’t into it. But there are people who are, so it’s fitting that one of those people show up in the story.
But then it’s time (almost time) and Emi ends up on the beach with Hannah. I so much enjoyed all the reveals and developments in that scene. Hooray for Hannah — for offering to help in her unique way. My mouth waters as I contemplate where RM might take that subplot! I love this side of Hannah! If there is something that RM is good at, it is giving each character their own unique personality.
And that leads me to Sam (as unique as they come). It’s quite mysterious what Sam’s role will be in the next scene. I love everything about Sam. She is so good at dishing it out! But what is going on here? Sarah wants her along? I can almost picture that Sam and Sarah have made plans behind Emi’s back. That they are joining forces. And yet, that couldn’t be. Sam is a loner. She’s her own person and exceedingly willful. No one could manage to corral and manipulate that young lady.
So we end with an exciting cliffhanger … for two reasons. First, Emi still has her shirt on. That wasn’t expected. But that thin layer seems as if it won’t last long. This shy woman is about to be gloriously naked on main street! And second, Sam. As much as I can’t wait to find out when/where/how Emi gets naked, it is Sam’s presence that has me looking forward to the next scene. As with this installment, there are surely surprises just ahead!
My hat is off to you RM. You took forever with this chapter (just calling a spade a spade), but I know how that happens (personal experience, unfortunately). So I thank you for what you accomplished. It was worth the wait.
Blair
Thanks Cave and Arthwys. Really enjoying all of the feedback and comments. They are very helpful and help me better understand how people see the story as it unfolds.
Sounds like Emi might need a little more backbone concerning her own interests? That seems to be a popular opinion that has been coming up for the last few chapters. I though she was deftly walking a dangerous tightrope, so I will have to think more about this in coming chapters. Maybe have her push back a bit harder and suffer the consequences would be better, drama wise.
Haha… yes, Emi is well liked. Glad that you guys like the Brandy and Hannah developments. As to Sam, yes… you never know with that one. Emi seems to be glad that she’s coming along. Also yes, that is a good question. The surrender thing that Hannah suggested – figures Hannah would suggest such a thing. Does she just want to playfully snare Emi into her kinky world? Or is she really offering help?
I can only speak for myself, but I think you might be misreading the input on this point. Emi seems to be a very compassionate caring person. It’s not really that she doesn’t have a backbone when it comes to her own interests. As I see it, she cares so much about others that she is willing to sacrifice her interests to accomplish what is important to her.
In other words, if you have her stand up more for her interests, you seem to be saying that she is going to be more selfish — look the other way, for example, when the next Travis is fired. That, in my opinion, wouldn’t be an improvement. I like Emi as is. This is a good tool and you are employing it masterfully in order to get a shy girl to agree to some rather extreme nudity. In short, I don’t see a need for a change. What are other opinions on this score?
This is also how I feel. This is who Emi is. It’s not about having a backbone, but about how she always puts others first, and willing to fight and sacrifice her own interests for them.
It’s great to have you and Emi back. Thank you for another great chapter. I did notice that there were several hints at the story going into the mailgirl direction from the beginning, but I wasn’t able to put it together until much later. Emi was interested in nudity and was great at running. HINT HINT!
That comment opener was very classy Mr Clavel. And I appreciate your comments about the bone in Emi’s back, especially coming from you. You are right of course. Emi is wonderful, just as she is. Now that I think about it, in their own way Cave and Art were probably saying the same thing. Emphasizing how she cares for others and takes responsibility.
I feel redeemed about Hannah. She was the last of my four girls to begin to show some depth. And I revel in your comment that each of my four girls has a unique personality. I really do. Because as a reader, I have no choice but to agree. I love my girls. And I love how absolutely unique they all are.
Your curiosity about Sam in the next scene has me grinning. You are right of course, surprises are coming!
Thank you Big D. I probably threw everyone off the scent with my slow pace, silly antics, and various conflicts along the way. But yes, running and nudity were always a big part of things. That said, Emi also just likes to stay in shape. She gains pleasure from self-improvement and is addicted to her daily runs. In fact, she’s been suffering from withdrawal symptoms lately and so pulling the rickshaw has an upside for her.
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Yes, I wanted to say the same thing. I think this is one of the most decisive character traits of Emi.
It is already described in the first scene of the first chapter. Emi sits in an almost empty café and is asked by another customer if she can have Emi’s table. Most other people would probably have refused to move to another table. But not Emi. She always thinks of other people’s needs or wishes and tries to satisfy their needs. Even if this means that she has to put her own interests aside.
Or the event which kicked off the whole story: When Mr. Woo spied on her in the shower and she didn’t call the authorities to put him into prison (although she wanted to), because then the company would have gone down and all her colleagues lost their jobs. She negotiated a deal to protect them. And especially, when Emi signed the mailgirl app testing contract to save Su-Ning’s resort. She cares a lot about her friend Su-Ning and accepted a deal which demands a lot of sacrifice from her. And now her fight for Travis.
So, Emi is a very compassionate and caring person. In my mind this is the true Emi.
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Actually, in the first draft of my comment I used the above paragraphs. But I thought my comments are always much too long, so I cut it. I shouldn’t have.
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Changing this would alter the core of her personality.
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I love Emi the way she is.
lol… thanks for all the support you guys. And I appreciate all the little nods to things you like and mentions of what you would like to see more of. That’s always helpful when I’m fleshing out the next chapter.
ReaderMan, wonderful . One step closer to the end. Cool. Keep up the good work, I like the way you write. I liked everything in this chapter, Brandy with her spanking. Yes, she really is a real fetishist, so that on the first day at work she can hang various sex toys on the wall. I also liked Hannah with the scene on the beach. And the scene with Sam too. Sam really didn’t have to go for a walkie. Sarah is not her boss after all. But everything happens in life. I can imagine what intensity of emotions will be on the trip between Sarah and Sam, and Emi (9) will have to settle this with further concessions. And then colleagues will sometimes (accidentally or not) pronounce Emi by name, and there will be new fines and punishments for Emi.
The only thing that was not clear was how Emi from the third floor ended up on the first?
And ReaderMan, try to publish at least once a week, two. Speed up a little. Write at least half an hour a day and eventually you will finish this story. I do not know how many more chapters there will be, 3 or 20. You decide, but if you write every day, you will finish this novel by the New Year or by spring and feel a buzz, especially if the end is good.
Sincerely pavel_ser.
My prediction is that Sarah is bringing Sam along to show how much power Sarah actually holds over Emi. I predict that Emi will lose her shirt when they get to Main Street. It will be a power move from Sarah to show that Sam was right.
I don’t know. I’m wondering what Sarah’s motives are, but I suspect she wants to pull Sam aside and say how their stunt of taking down the resort’s software to negotiate for Emi really pissed off some really powerful people. They know they don’t have any power over Becca, Hannah, and Sam, but they do over Emi. She may just want to warn Sam and the rest that any other counter-attacks like that would only make things much worse for Emi. They still have the extra 12 months of community service hanging over her head, and there’s no telling what else they can think up.
But yes, I wouldn’t be surprised if Emi loses her shirt once she gets to the far end of Main Street.
Yes, I should probably just try to write a little each day. Those are all pretty good predictions guys. What exactly is going on here? Why does Sarah want Sam along? What is Sarah up to? If the writing schedule goes as planned, then we might find out just before the new year, hopefully. But no promises!
Hi Readerman. I enjoyed this story very much. I noticed that you’ve gradually started to write about Emi from the first person, using ‘I’ instead of ‘she’ or ‘Emi’. For me, Chapter 5 was particularly good. It was erotic to read about dominant leader Becca behaving submissively as a naked pony girl for subordinate Hannah. It would be nice to see more of Becca and Hannah, given their prominence for most of the story. It’s a pity for them to just fade into the background. Maybe even Sam or Liz can get into the act of controlling ponygirl Becca. Keep on writing. It’s a great story! Amongst the best I’ve read so far on the cfnf theme.
Nice to be reminded of Becca as the submissive ponygirl. I almost forgot, with all the things happening to Emi. These antics with Becca and Hannah are in one way the reason everything escalated so much.
Emi still might have run into Wang at Lookout Point and been sentenced to community service, but without those Ponygirl and Mailgirl Nine things (which were definitely not Emi’s idea), there would have been no published Mailgirl Nine pictures and no Brandy with her Adult Cosplay events. In some way, Becca and Hannah involuntary triggered the escalation. I am looking forward to hear more of these two.
That’s one reason I like this story so much, with all these interwoven plot lines, it is not one-dimensional at all.
I forgot the details of all the shenanigans Hannah and Becca got Emi into early on and should go re-read those chapters. I do remember it was good fun and hope they’ll do more of that together.
Hi Fred. Yeah, the story has switched to first person. I believe I can write a little more initimately in that POV. Chapter 5 was fun for me too. But you don’t have to look so far back as chapter 5 to see that kind of antics between Becca and Hannah. I think most recently there was a brief reminder in 19.2 as well. Don’t worry, I have some stuff planned that you might approve of. As to fading off… I guess it can seem like that currently with so much going on and time moving so slow. I’m planning to speed things up a bit after the next chapter is posted. Thanks, comments like this inspire me to write more. I also enjoy reader predictions.
Hello Readerman,Your story is pure torture for the poor BDSM-Dom I am.The story gives me kind of a dark thrill, but every fiber in me wants that the Sub, Emi is happy it’s just how I’m wired. All of Brandys toys mean nothing for me, as long as Emi isn’t (at least) secretly enjoying her ordeal.I would like to thank you. You kind of reaffirmed what I already knew about myself: The basics of BDSM (safe sane and consensual) are deeply rooted in me.My attention as a reader is focussed on the relationship between Brandy and Emi. It’s no surprise because of my BDSM-background. I’m intrigued to find out where your story will go next.I’m also intrigued to watch how you will handle the storytelling. Will you go into great detail day – to – day. Or will you make some timejumps to push the story further?
Hey BDSM reader, glad to have you on board. I’ll keep this short as I’m currently in a cafe writing the next chapter. Sometimes I look out the window and try to imagine Emi walking by with Ben, or pulling a rickshaw. Her struggling to not grimace, and keep her chin up as people look her way while a breese threatens her modesty. Trying to zone out and think about the next task in the development of the app as she hears a gasp while trotting by a sidewalk cafe. Her path is not easy, it’s hard, but deep down she loves a challenge and she has a variety of people around her to offer support. I understand how you feel. It’s a dark thrill to write such a story. Glad that you like Brandy and I agree with your thoughts. With all these trials and tribulations, we can only hope that some luck and good things can come Emi’s way, in one form or the other. Time jumps will come eventually, but at the moment, I am not exactly sure when or how big they will be as there is a lot of stuff coming up next.
BDSM-Dom again.
What I’m asking myself right now… and that will probably answered in the next chapters is, has Emi some kinks that can be explored? May be she doesn’t even know she has them right now.
Don’t get me wrong. If she doesn’t have them – fine. It’s a mailgirl story not a BDSM-one. A Mailgirl-story is a mailgirlstory as long as somebody is made a mailgirl if she gets of on it or not.
As I interpret Emis persona right now, I see her as a sexualy submissive with a strong personality. With my experience of 25 years of domming I would say… the only way to get her to open up and fully (emphasis on fully) enjoy the possibilities/kinks of being a mailgirl would be the insertion (or development) of a Dom-figure she trusts to keep the people she cares about and herself (in this order) safe. It’s of course for you to decide if and how to reach this point is of course yours to decide. As long as this isn’t done Emi (how I see her) will go through the motions and fight the things as good as she can. This struggle will be of course intriguing in itself. Heck… most mailgirl-story are structured around this struggle.
I’m looking forward to see how Emi will take her spankings. There will be strong indications if she has some kinks and what they are. Will endorphines kick in ? – she is a runner after all, so her body should be used to a good endorphine high (runners high). Will she (learn?) to got of of some (mild?) humiliation? A good part of people who get endorphine highs from impact play also get of on humiliation. A theory says it’s because the regions for physical and emotional pain of the human brain are bordering each other so people used to get endorphines to mask physical pain are prone to make on some endorphines to mask psychological ‘pain’ as well.
Being a mailgirl would trigger a lot of hormones for the submissives with the right predisposition: Adrenalin (dread/exitement), Endorphines (mask physical/emotional pain), Dopamines (achieving goals), Serotonin (being praised), Oxytocin (being cared for – physical contact – aftercare). Oh I know a lot af S-Types who would fly oh so high on this cocktail. So high it would be actually dangerous to let them, addicting them, and I wouldn’t trust my capabilities to get them safely back to earth without them emotionally crashing and hurting/harming.
Sorry for the BDSM-themed monologue.
You don’t have to be sorry. But all this bdsm talk will scare away some of my readers. Despite the story’s adventurous sprit, it’s not really a bdsm story or even a proper mailgirl story for that matter. But the story doesn’t shy away from anything either. Realism pretty much keeps a lid on most things, when possible. First and foremost, this is mainly just a story about Emi, her friends and others, and the app that she has to create. As to what happens next, we will have to read to find out.
Yeah… the good old BDSM-bogeyman. Boooh 😉
My wife calls us Sex-nerds. Because that´s what we basicly do. We analyse what sex does with our body, which act triggers which hormone, first reproduce it safely and in the end set it to full blast.
BDSM is sexnerds having fun 🙂
I understand it isn´t a proper BDSM-story. I just hope that you can keep Emis reactions kind of realistic and believable. You did a great job so far. I´m looking forward to the next chapter and again sorry for the poor reaction my friend had at chaper 6.
No worries. I’ll do my best. But this exchange got me thinking. These days are kind of stressful and so it would probably be wise to lean a tad bit more to the light side. [ Readerman pulls the reins a bit to the left. ]
I ask myself… could they really afford the risk of letting anybody go?
It would takes one disgruntled employee spilling the beans about Emis identity and if I understood the terms of the contract correctly, the project would be completely dead, Emi and Syu-Ning wouldn’t be liable for nothing the girl would be one appartment richer to wait out a year or two to wait out the shitstorm. It would be bad for her, but not THAT bad.
And I ask myself if they really want to make this app. I mean… they are on a small island for fucks sake. Where do they think to get a replacement for Travis from?
The idea that the walker can freely decide to go for a walkie. Even programming something critical? Even while in a meeting or mentoring someone? Emi is the damn lead designer for this stuff.
She is somewhat of a programming genius and some vengefull fool may take her on a whim on a walkie?
And… with this kind of pressure… how is Emi even walking – let alone doing mental work. I mean suspension of disbelieve, having a superhumanly strong heroine is great. But there comes the point where it the planes of reality start to stretch thin.
The realism is your biggest strength, but it is also your biggest weakness. In a normal mailgirl-story the writer works in a different universe… and in a different universe I tend to accept significantly larger stretches of realism then in stories which pretend to work in the ‘real world’.
In the real world even somebody with the mental strength of emy would lie in a corner bawling her eyes out.
I would love to see something like this: Maybe Emi needs to get some steam and stress out of her system… maybe just by crying some. It helps, really! It’s healthy. Let Ben comfort her, then let her go with red eyes to the marketing building so everybody may see how distrought Emi really feels. I would love to witness the drop of temperature in the moral of the team. Nine with red swollen teary eyes would be awesome marketing for their little shitshow as Sam certainly wouldn’t fail to point out. I would love to see that actions taken out on Emi have real consequences. Emi is soldiering on through too much to be realistic.
I’ve no problems with pushing boundaries, not at all. I would love to see a lot more done to and with Emi. I love the humiliation, I really do. But can’t it wait a week or two… do a jump of two weeks or so… just to keep things realistic. They can’t introduce new shit every other day. That would drive anybody insane, please keep it realistic!
In short, Readerman, you created a complete mess… a beautiful mess, an intriguing mess, an ambivalent mess, a gorgeous mess but heck… what a mess. Thank you for that mess!
Max
I just logged out and typed my name in the name box. That can work for now while you wait for Kinsey to approve your account.
Thanks for the feedback. I read all this, but I’m itching to write for Emi now, so I will get back to this comment later. I don’t want to miss this moment of inspiration.
Oh sorry, I thought you were that bdsm-dom guy. You are Max. Thanks Max. If we leave the name box empty it defaults to Anonymous for everyone. Also user email accounts are not shared with other users so it’s all safe if you want to make an account. The benefit is your name is there automatically and you get email updates when people reply. But accounts are not really necessary if you use use the name box each time when making a comment. No pressure either way. But names (any consistent handle) are easier to not confuse who is talking about what.
Thanks Max. You bring up some good points.
The island isn’t that small. There is a small city on the other side of the island and another little town full of mixed race people.
And yes, this whole Emi situation is quite precarious. A house of cards really. Still, Emi has the potential to affect the island in a big way so someone would have to be quite unwise to hurt their own precious homeland over something petty. So I feel there is more balance here than at first glance.
Also note that Travis and the dev team are not working on the app, even if they are involved in some of the ‘testing’.
Agreed, the walkie stuff is pretty crazy and eventually we will see how that all pans out in a normal work environment. Thankfully for Emi, it’s only for the first 10 workdays. I suppose it was imagined that her friends might help her ease into this nudity stuff better.
And you are definitely right, this has been quite an intense period and it’s surprising that Emi is still holding on so well. But it’s also true that she’s not one to break down so easily either. Call it bravery, call it strength, or call it just being on a different wavelength. But Emi is a tad bit more of a logical person than an emotional person, so that can buy her a little extra bandwidth in the emotional endurance department – but yes, she must be getting close. This thing with Travis however, is different. Emi tends to grow stronger when protecting others.
Also keep in mind that she has an amazing amount of support around her. Without the right people around here she wouldn’t have agreed to anything or would have long ago been a quivering wreak.
I’ll get back to that gorgeous mess. And your ideas about realistic time breaks are very good. Thanks Max!
Another present from Arthwys!
NSFW: Emi, barely able to contain her excitement about her Christmas present! ( a second image )
(tap here) to see a present for Emi.
Emi, myself, and Arthwys – all wish you a very – Merry Christmas!!
(I’ll get back to the next chapter now)
The next Emi chapter will likely be posted on Sun Jan 30th, 2022. Next weekend basically.
Sorry everyone, covid has been slowing me down… I won’t be posting this weekend. 🙁
Hope you get well soon
Thanks cradulich, I appreciate thought. I’m almost back to full strength, but it took me a couple weeks longer than everyone else at work so I’m just trying to catch up now.
I read this chapter weeks ago and meant to comment then but apparently a shiny object distracted me and I forgot. So, belatedly, I thought this was an entertaining chapter with good dialog and character development. In particular, I liked the interactions between Emi and Brandy in her office and then later with Hannah on the beach. Both had that edgy-but-fun vibe that you have gotten so good at.
I must say, I’m not sure Emi’s friends can be trusted much more than her adversaries. Was Hannah actually helping Emi “get used to it” or was she just using that as an excuse to have her own fun with the pliable Emi? And what is Sam up to there in that last scene? Maybe Sam (like Hannah) is just going to amuse herself at Emi’s expense and then claim afterwards that whatever humiliating experience Emi suffers along the way was just Sam “helping.”
I saw in the comments people discussing whether Emi should have more backbone, and I have sometimes felt that way now I think that’s not quite it. Instead, I would love to see her get more … cunning and calculating … and perhaps to concoct a plan (which we, the readers, might not pick up on right away).
As she does in this chapter, Emi sometimes shows her backbone (and a deliciously lovely backbone I am sure it is), but usually she is doing so in reaction to events — getting angry and marching off to confront someone. But then there is some additional demand made on Emi, which she agrees to in order to resolve whatever the current conflict is. Sometimes we as readers might think she gave in too easily or made a bad bargain. But what if some of those side bargains were stepping stones that each gave Emi some little advantage that she could later bring together and use when she finally turns the tables on them? You may have something else in mind, but whatever it is I just hope to see Emi WIN and not just endure — that she not simply survive but also vanquishes her tormentors.
The spanking scene in Brandy’s office was funny, and it is another moment when Emi could think of things in a more calculating way. When it comes to sexual kinks, we all have things we like, things we really don’t like and things we are indifferent to. For example, I could never submit to bondage because being confined terrifies me, and there are various kinks that I would never do because they disgust me. But spanking falls into the category of stuff that I’m simply indifferent to it (assuming no physical harm done, of course). Yes, I have previously written fondly about a “spanking relationship” that I once had, and although some of that was fictionalized, the fundamental truth was that because I was indifferent to performing the physical act of this particular kink, I could therefore quite easily “submit” to it in order to please my partner — to whom it had lots of value.
So, in Eli’s case her motivation isn’t to please a partner but to gain some leverage against her foes. Assuming Brandy was not just making that up, Emi now knows that Brandy is totally into spankings and would totally love to do same with Emi. I’m sure Emi has her own list of things she would never do because they terrify or disgust her (and even some of those things she may be forced to do), but I’ll bet spanking is not real high on her list. Maybe in a future chapter Emi might take advantage of the fact that she has something Brandy wants. And it’s only spanking, so no great sacrifice. If Emi is trying to plan something, maybe she could cajole some important detail while “submitting” to something her adversary really desires but about which she is indifferent.
Apologies if the above speculation is completely off track from what you are actually doing. I am just reacting to it in a fangirl sort of way. As I recall, you used to do that with other writers when you would get all excited about some plot point and write a detailed outline of what might happen in the next chapter. And you’d usually be wrong, but it was fun to read.
On to the next chapter . . .
I’ll keep this short as I’m feeling ill today. Thank you for the wonderful comment Molly, it really cheered me up. It’s your comments that usually have edgy-but fun vibes. Appreciate the backbone support. The spanking stuff is still up in the air, so it’s interesting to see you weigh in on it with a realistic idea. Also, I sincerely hope that shiny object – goes on your finger!